Outside"How the mighty have fallen?" She repeated, incensed by the woman's mockery. "Who are you? How dare you speak to me like that?!"
The woman in gray laughed, before looking at her companion, a man dressed in extravagant clothing, "The more she talks the more I think you where right. She doesn't want to get out."
"I told you this was a waste of time." He shook his head, long braid shaking with him. "Let's just leave her and go."
"No!" She interjected quickly. "I'll listen. I'll listen to whatever you have to say."
"Really?" The woman asked, switching to German. "So, you'll listen to me, and you'll do whatever I, or my companion here, tell you to?"
"I hate when you switch to German." The man muttered, "You just do it because I can't understand you."
"If it gets me out of this tower, I will." The Countess responded.
The woman's smile grew a bit. "Good. We'll help you, but you'll be in my d
Being biBeing bi is something that comes from inside your heart,Being bi7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not something inside a bottle of booze turned loose with some hardcore tunes,
Being bi is who you are,
Not an outfit your trying on,
Being bi is not a choice,
not a chance for popularity,
Being bi is loving both genders,
Not kissing your freinds to turn a few heads,
Being bi is being born that way,
Not being born straight or gay,
Being bi is being you,
Not kissing and feigning romance for social status.
Being bi is not a choice,
Not a choice for popularity,
Being bi is confusion,
Not knowing what you do is for kicks,
Being bi is about love,
Not about fun.
Being bi is a
PoetryAll the words I cannot say,Poetry6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Even though I'm not mute,
All the tears and fears I cry and hide,
everything I keep inside all comes out with one thing in mind,
Draw my OC contestAll the cool kids are going it, so let me hop on this bandwagon.Draw my OC contest10 months ago in Personal More Like This
It's exactly what it sounds like. You draw my OCs, and if I like your drawing best (or second best, or third best) you win *prizes*, but before I get into all of that...
Rules and guidelines
Let's keep it PG-13. No gore or heavily sexual material please.
Alternate outfits/genderbends that you design yourself are fine.
2 entries maximum.
Must be a finished piece (no lineart or sketches) that was created specifically for this
You don't have to advertise this (but if you want to, thank you very much!), however please mention the contest in the artist description.
You don't have to watch me if you don't want to. I've been getting a lot of watchers lately, and I'm not sure if it's because of this, but don't watch me if you don't want to. If you take a place, I will inform you.
Please link me to your entries. If you don't, I won't know about it, an
TNA - InvasionNote: This is the sequel to my previous story entitled "Infiltration."TNA - Invasion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maria laughed, "Are you serious? As if some invasion force made up of some lame Takigakure shinobi could actually pose any type of threat to us."
Hittokiri shook his head as he stood up, "You don't know Setsuna like I do, he has jutsu in his arsenal that could easily wipe out our hideout. A guy like that leading an invasion force of Takigakure's finest is overkill."
"If that's the case then we need to get back to the hideout and warn the others before Setsuna and his invasion force gets there," Daemen said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
Hittokiri nodded, "Rig
TNA - InfiltrationTNA - Infiltration3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Note: This is the sequel to my previous story entitled "Battle At Kohaku Island."
"Fura!" A woman called out with a disconcerting scream of desperation. Tears welled up in her deep brown eyes. They streamed down like a creek along the contours of her stout face. The teardrops dripped onto the sleeves of a long brown haired woman with piercing blue eyes and a scar on her left cheek.
"Masaki!" A masculine voice boomed from a few feet away. A man wearing a tan flak vest was pinned to the rocky ground via a blade embedded in his shoulder, courtesy of Hittokiri, who was standing over him.
The man's eyes, which were amethyst in color, reflected
TNA: Encountering Blindside2: Meeting BlindSideTNA: Encountering Blindside3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was randomly jumping from tree to tree. Kurai was in her wolf form, rapidly running on the ground beneath me.
Suddenly, I paused, about to jump to the 33rd tree. I placed my hands on the tree trunk and sent my chakra to my skin, ears, mouth and nose.
I felt somebody walking about 3 kilometers from the north down. I could also smell male-ness from the North. I heard both Kurai's breathing and footsteps. I was pretty sure I heard metal clacking, but I wasn't sure.
When I breathed in through my mouth, I was assaulted with the taste of metal, a Sound-nin (very sour lime), bandages and the taste of a blind person (too mu
TNA - Memories of A BetrayalNote: This is the start of a very long story arc I've been planning ever since March 5th of this year.TNA - Memories of A Betrayal2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hittokiri groggily strolled into the throne room of the Metal Scorpion Clan's sacred temple. "Isn't it a bit early to be starting training?" He asked the lone feminine figure sitting on the throne in the center of the room while stifling a yawn.
"Stop complaining!" Zerren, the female leader of the Metal Scorpion Clan, shouted loudly across the expansive room. "Now is the perfect time to go over what you've learned so far."
"Again?" Hittokiri questioned with a smirk as he began to stretch in an attempt to warm himself up for what was to co
TNA - Vice of the FleshTNA - Vice of the Flesh3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the treetops high above the ground below was four figures, each one moving at speeds the normal human eye could not perceive. Upon closer inspection it was clear that the four figures were actually people, two males and two females to be precise.
Their matching cloaks of black, white, and red flapped noisily as they jumped from tree to tree. Suddenly, one of them stopped as he landed on a particularly thick branch, a man with spiky dark blue hair and emerald green eyes.
Quickly noticing that their companion had stopped moving the other three stopped as well, each one of them giving the man a curious look. He appeared to be looking off to
TNA - The Big RevealNote: This is the continuation of the story entitled TNA The Interlude.TNA - The Big Reveal2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hittokiri frowns in response, *Okay, I'd definitely be lying if I said that this guy wasn't starting to piss me off. Still...he seems pretty strong. Since I'm just an astral projection I probably won't be able to defeat him with my watered down techniques but...*
Quickly slamming his palm onto the ground Hittokiri shouts, "Lightning Release: Static Field!"
A moment passes and nothing happens, causing the long haired man to arch a brow.
"Damn, it didn't work. I guess I'll try this then, Lightning Release: False Darkness!"
A streak of white lightning erupts from
TNA - Act 4 Nightmare [Tranquilizers 'N' Adrenaline]TNA - Act 4 Nightmare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TNA - The InterludeNote: This is the continuation of my story entitled TNA The Defilement.TNA - The Interlude2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well after everything that's happened since we've arrived I can't say I blame you." Daemen said as he began to make his way to the bathroom door.
Hittokiri was about to resume rummaging through the dresser when a thought occurred to him. "Hold on, what about the one million we're supposed to get from that Kana chick since we got rid of the ghost for her?"
Daemen stopped right at the doorway of the bathroom and turned to his spiky blue haired partner, his brow arched, "......To be honest, I forgot all about it."
Daemen shrugged, "Once I'm done wit
3 in the morning3 in the morning there is a soft fall of rain,3 in the morning4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a soft brush of pain,
I'm reminded of you
PoetryThere is something about poetryPoetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that loosens the soul
it evokes strong feelings
it never gets old
it is pure emotion
feelings that do not waver
bottled up inside
waiting for the right paper
bright and cheerful
gloomy and sad
loving and tender
hateful and mad
it doesnt matter
whatever the mood
a poem can be found
that will fit the groove
that you cannot see
when reading greatness
that thing called poetry
DrowningSometimes she felt like she was drowning in a sea of irrelevant thoughts. That is, until the pills kicked in and sharpened her senses. But she enjoyed the spontanity.Drowning5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She kissed the shattered mirror in her girlfriends room. 'Who am I? Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?' She wondered.
"Are you going to sleep here tonight?" The girlfriend called from the other room. She snapped her fingers. "Hey, Jez, are you with me?"
Slowly Jezebel turned, smiling warmly. "Sorry. I was just thinking about drowning."
Etsu furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm not going to ask. Are you sleeping over, or not?"
"Do you need bandages?" Jezebel jumped onto her girlfrie
TNA - Old FriendsTNA - Old Friends3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hittokiri raced through the treetops, putting as much distance between himself and the hideout as he could. 'Damn,' he thought as the world around him appeared as nothing more than a green blur, 'I hadn't thought they'd be able to track me this efficiently.'
Landing on a particularly thick tree branch he arched a brow. "What the hell is this?"
The group of trees before him were covered with hundreds upon hundreds of trip wires and explosive tags. He took a moment to survey the area, the two powerful chakras he had felt were still a ways off, but he knew for sure that this trap had been set by them.
Now Hittokiri wasn't the brightest guy bu